I caress my breasts til my nipples are hard. With my other hand I unbutton my pants. Bang! I’m pretty startled. A jar of paint fell of the shelf. I pick the rusty thing up and put it back between the others. When I look through the little hole in the wall, John has disappeared. Shit. It felt so good just now. I close my pants, and grab my school bag off the floor. I walk out of the garage, but when I lock the door I change my mind. I walk back in, to the wall with the little hole. Carefully I move the tool box in front of it. This is going to be my secret. When I’m in the dark hallway and lock the door for a second time, I smell a manly fragrance. Mmmm, nice! I walk up the stairs to our flat a little dreamily.
“You’re home late.” My mom is working on her laptop and looks at me questioningly. I mumble something about a flat tyre that had to be fixed. “So you were in the box? Did you lock it? I don’t want someone robbing us.” Sighing I turn around. “Want some tea too, mom?” “Uh, yeah, okay.” She types a few lines and screams towards the kitchen. “Is everything okay with you?” I walk back into the room, sit down at the table and pick up an old cosmopolitan magazine. Suddenly my mom grabs the magazine away from me, and sits down in front of me. “Why won’t you say anything? Something wrong with you? You’ve been so distracted lately.” I try to explain that nothing is wrong. “I’m a little tired, that’s all.” Fuuuuut! The water boiler. I jump up and run to the kitchen. “You don’t look tired to me,” my mom says when I return with the teapot. She looks at me as though she’s trying to find something that’s a little off. I pour her tea. “Yeah, it’s nothing. But uh, Laura is online. I’ll drink my tea upstairs. Bye!” She looks a little disappointed. “You could use my lap…” Before she can finish her sentence I’m upstairs. Alone at last.
I turn my desk light on, because it’s getting dark outside. The computer is starting up. My bed looks very inviting. It wouldn’t hurt to lie down for a little bit. Laura is going to be online the whole night. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I close my eyes but not so I can fall asleep. No, my thoughts are with John. I fantasise that I’m sitting in front of him, my pants and thong around my ankles, while he is moving his tongue… I try to suppress the exciting thought, but I can’t. I unbutton my pants and feel in between my legs. Faster and faster. I’m lightly pinching my nipple with my free hand. I imagine John’s fingers caressing my g-spot.
Suddenly I hear a noise coming from the stairs. Oh, no! I jump up, button my pants and sit down behind the computer. Just in time! My mom walks into my room. “Honey! Internet is down. My laptop is acting crazy. I had to shut everything down and…” She grabs my face, and checks me out. “Hey, you’ve got a healthy bloss on your cheeks. That’s good.” She kisses my forehead. Before she closes the door she says, “Say hi to Laura for me okay?” “Yeah sure Mom. Bye.” I sigh deeply. That was close. It’s pretty bad lately. I can’t stop thinking about John. Why haven’t I noticed before how sexy he is? And how can I be in love with someone that I haven’t spoken to in forever?
Jesus it’s cold! While I’m walking to my bike I’m rummaging through my bag looking for the keys to the garage. That’s why I don’t see the person next to me. When I grab my bike, I see a boy exiting the hallway. Hatsjie! I have to sneeze because of the tingling fragrance. A very manly fragrance. It’s the same scent as yesterday! John was here! My heart starts pounding like crazy. I grab my bike and walk outside as quick as possible. I see him as I open the door. “Hi,” he says. I’m turning red, I can feel it. “Oh, hi.” “Marlena since when are you so shy?” I’m pretty nervous and I say, “I don’t know, since you became a hottie?” John starts to laugh and takes off. “I’ll see you around!” What did I say? Now he knows I like him…
Two weeks have passed and I haven’t seen or spoken to John. On a Saturday afternoon, I try to carry a heavy bag, filled with paper, out of the garage. Some papers fall to the floor. When I’m on my knees to gather them, I hear a loud bang. I get up as quickly as possible. I sneak up to the little hole in the wall. Soundlessly I move the toolbox. Oowh yeah! There’s John. Damn he looks good! A tingling feeling shoots throughout my body as I see, and hear, him masturbate. I’m so excited. Hatsjie! “Ouch!” I hit my head while sneezing. I stand there motionless and with held breath. I take a peek after a while. No one’s there. Then someone knocks on the door. I turn around, busted. “Who’s there?” “John!” I hear from behind the thick garage door. I open quickly. Oh, he looks so attractive. That sexy black hair, and his gorgeous blue eyes… He grabs a tissue out of his jacket. “Here, I think you’re getting a cold.” I start to laugh and grab the tissue. John looks serious. “I’m sorry about the noise. I usually don’t come down here for uh, yeah for what I was doing… and, well, yeah sorry.” I look him straight in the eyes and say, “Maybe I don’t mind watching you…” Now it’s John’s turn to colour a crimson red. “Uh… what do you mean watching? I was talking about the uh… noise…” Shit, I misspoke! “Yeah, that’s what I meant, ha ha…” Fortunately John doesn’t notice, he just rambles on. “This was probably the first and last time, because my girlfriend just dumped me.”
What? How could she? I mean John is hot, cute, sweet and so nice. You know what? I don’t even want to know. John is a free man! When I see his sad look, I can’t hold back anymore. I take his face in my hands and kiss him. All the pent up feelings from the last couple of weeks come out through my mouth, and when I stop kissing him, he looks at me with his eyes wide open. “I… uh… always liked you,” I stammer. John wants to say something but he doesn’t get to it. I grab his belt. I’m nervous, but excited at the same time as I unbutton his pants. Oh, I’m getting a little carried away! When I lay my hand on his boxers I can feel that he’s excited too. With my other hand I grab his hand and suck on his finger. John crushes me into him. He kneads my butt and moves his fingers towards my hot spot. I leave his boxers alone so that I can unzip my pants. I guide his hand in between my legs. My knees almost give way from the pleasure he’s creating. All of a sudden John stops. “Shit, sorry. This is going a little too fast.” He kisses me deeply, pulls up his pants and turns around. “We’ve got to get to know each other better pretty soon.” He disappears with a mysterious smile. I don’t understand it. Did I say that it was moving too fast?
The days after our encounter I’m even more distracted than before. When class gets a little boring, my thoughts drift back to the garage and John. It felt a little weird doing those intimate things with someone that has lived next to me for my entire life. A couple of years back I liked him as a friend, and that was it. How could I have been so blind? He’s hot! When I think of the abrupt end of our encounter, I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe John thought I was to pushy… I just hope he still wants me.
I feel tense. It’s probably because I haven’t been in the garage for quite some time. When I walk into the dark hallway, I see something yellow on the door. It’s a note: Come to the laundry room. I feel the butterflies in my tummy. It’s from John! He probably saw me get on the elevator… I look around but don’t see anybody. I walk towards the laundry room with a pounding heart. It’s dark. Suddenly the lights go on and the door closes. Someone grabs me from behind and starts kissing my neck. It’s him! I kiss John back passionately and press my body against his. My breasts crush against his muscular chest. I press my crotch against his pants, which are pretty tight at a certain spot. John stops the kiss, looks at me, and guides me towards the washing machine. “Lean your hands on here. Don’t look back.” With my look focused on the concrete wall, I feel John removing my pants. I have goose bumps all over my body. John caresses my legs from my knees to my butt. He softly pushes my legs apart. He caresses and massages, just the way I like it. “Go on, yes!” I hear myself moan. After a few minutes he turns me around and kneels in front of me. His tongue feels so good. I bury my fingers in his black hair and we find the perfect rhythm. Mmmm, John is so good. Could this be seventh heaven? After I come, he gets up. “I don’t have any condoms with me,” he breathes. “That’s okay. Then I’ll give you this.” I close my hand around his boner, and move back and forth. I massage his balls with my other hand. I turn up the speed slowly. John’s breathing gets heavier and heavier. He’s clearly enjoying this. I go on until he leans on me and cums. When we both are fully dressed again, John starts to laugh. “I don’t have to get to know you better. I think I know exactly what you like!”
b29; The End
The Jarlena Journal 